[HP] look at you

Snape's eyes went dark, and he seemed to hear the sound of his shoulder blade breaking, and the stench from the werewolf's mouth was close at hand.

He heard Potter pleadingly: "No, Remus, no! You wake up, look at me, I'm James."

This werewolf is Lupine?Why didn't Hogwarts recruit centaurs?

At this moment, Snape still had the leisure to mock silently: If he and Potter were buried in the same stomach, that would be the worst way to die.

Seeing that the werewolf was about to bite Snape's neck indifferently, James gritted his teeth, gave Snape an armor to protect him, and then cast a petrification spell and a confinement spell on the werewolf, finally breaking him apart.

The attacks did little harm, but the werewolf, annoyed by the harassment, finally let go of Snape, and snarled at James, who was in the way.

James turned around and took two steps, and soon followed Snape's mistake and was thrown to the ground, allowing the werewolf to complete a double kill.

"Hey, brother, I suggest you change the recipe, a proper vegetarian diet is good for your health..." James harassed in vain.

Just because of his lack of mouth, he should be eaten first.Snape gave a "tsk", and raised his wand with difficulty to aim at the werewolf, with the sharp edge near his mouth.

At this time, a flame hit the werewolf, causing it to draw back its paws and raise its head, baring its teeth.

Sirius gasped and stood not far away, and said loudly, "Moon face, do you want to go out with me to see the moon?"

For some reason, Snape suddenly remembered what Olivia had said before: Calabash save grandpa.

This scenario seems very applicable.

At this time, Olivia had just returned to Hogwarts.

She spoke to Snape on SOME and went to the bathroom to take a shower.However, after she changed into her pajamas and dried her hair, she did not receive any reply from him.

Fell asleep?

Olivia shook her head.

It wasn't that she was narcissistic. From what she knew about Snape, it was impossible for him to rest until she came back.

Can't be distracted while cooking the potion?

It is possible.

Olivia looked at the time while applying body lotion.

It's almost ten o'clock...

She poked her head out from under the bed curtain, "Kerry, have you seen Severus?"

Kerry put down the book he was reading and thought for a while, "I saw it during dinner, but I didn't seem to notice it after that."

"Ok."

Olivia thought for a while, put on her nightgown and got out of bed, calling out the name of the circle.

The old elf appeared in the dormitory with a "smack" and rubbed his hands excitedly, "Dear Miss Olivia, it's a pleasure to serve you."

"Circle, can you help me find out where Severus Snape is now?"

"Oh, of course, my dear Miss Olivia, please wait a moment."

The circle disappeared again with a "snap".

Kerry couldn't help sighing: "It's really a convenient and quick way to find someone."

Olivia nodded approvingly.

Not long after, the circle reappeared, and the big cloudy eyes were filled with tears.He sobbed loudly, "Oh, poor Miss Olivia, you must be very sad. Mr. Snape is being treated by Madam Pomfrey in the infirmary. He doesn't look well."

Olivia suddenly became dizzy, she slowly closed her eyes, her complexion was deep, like a black lake with dark currents surging outside the window.

Hasty footsteps sounded outside the door, and Snape, who was lying on the bed, sensed it, opened his eyes, and saw Olivia push the door of the infirmary.

Snape subconsciously looked at Dumbledore who was standing beside him.

Dumbledore, with a dignified expression, noticed his eyes and shrugged, "Son, you have to trust the reputation of a headmaster. I didn't report it."

Snape yelled inwardly, and Olivia showed a gentle smile, "Why, because it's not an obituary, so there's no need to let me know?"

This is a sending proposition!

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, Snape only felt that the situation was more critical than fighting a werewolf.

"No, Ollie, you listen to my explanation."

"Well, tell me, I'm listening."

"..." Snape moved his lips and said dryly, "You, don't be angry..."

Olivia laughed angrily, and couldn't be serious with him at the moment. She walked to the bedside to observe his pale face, squatted down, and gently held his hand.

"How is it? Are you okay?" Her voice was soft, and there seemed to be spring water that could melt ice in her black eyes.

The sweet fragrance came to the nostrils, and the soft palm released warmth. Snape only felt as if he was placed in warm water, and even the sharp pain from drinking the raw bone water seemed to fade away.

He also lowered his voice and explained his situation honestly, "The shoulder blade is broken. I just drank raw bone water, and it has grown back. I lost a lot of blood, and Madam Pomfrey went to brew a blood-replenishing potion. Everything else is fine." good."

In fact, before Olivia came, he was still a little dizzy and nauseous, but he didn't know whether it was the effect of the potion or the psychological effect. He felt that all his discomfort had been swept away.

Raising her hand to caress Snape's wound, and confirming that there is really nothing serious about him, Olivia slowly breathed a sigh of relief, "I was really... almost scared to death."

When hearing the words of the circle, the scene of herself throwing roses on her parents' coffin flashed in Olivia's mind. The heartache at that moment really made her almost collapse.

She finally realized that Snape meant a lot more to her than she thought.

Snape saw a cold light in Olivia's eyes, and before he could react, the hospital bed three beds away from him was violently lifted up by the sudden gust of wind, and the people lying on it were smashed to the ground. Hit the wall with a loud bang.

"Sirius!" James, who was lying on the middle bed, sat up all of a sudden regardless of the opening in his stomach.

Sirius let out a cry of pain and fell to the ground.

This blow was like lightning and flint.

Olivia didn't take out her wand, didn't turn her head, and didn't even make a sound. No one expected her to attack suddenly, and even Dumbledore, who was thinking about how to deal with it later, didn't notice any attack intention.

If she wanted to do something, she would never want to be blocked by anyone.

Olivia turned around and walked towards Sirius without haste.

"Olivia..." Dumbledore tried to dissuade.

"Conflicts between students should be resolved by the students themselves." Olivia glanced at Dumbledore, which was both a threat and a guarantee, and she calmly said, "Don't worry, principal, I have a sense of proportion."

Sighing, Dumbledore took off his glasses and rubbed his crooked nose.

This year's students are really difficult...

Sirius' arm was broken.

When he rescued James, he was only slightly injured, and Dumbledore came in time to control Remus. He was also glad that there was no danger tonight, but he didn't expect to pay the price.

He gritted his teeth and endured the pain, stubbornly unwilling to utter any words that revealed his weakness.

However, in the next second, Sirius was grabbed by the collar by a slender and soft hand and pulled up, and then punched him in the face with full force.

The severe pain made him unable to hold back his "ah", his mind was buzzing, stars were popping up in front of his eyes, and the wound on his arm was being pulled, causing him to break out in a cold sweat.

James watched Sirius being thrown to the ground casually, gasped in empathy, and was about to speak when Olivia glanced at him indifferently, and immediately lay down peacefully and pretended to be dead.

Anyway, Headmaster Dumbledore would never watch Sirius be beaten to death.

Olivia looked coldly at Sirius who was pale and bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and said in a voice like ice, "You should be glad that Severus is fine, otherwise I would have given you more than just this punch."

Sirius leaned on the ground with one hand, gasped and sat up slowly against the wall.

He looked up at Olivia.

She was wearing an ankle-length white nightdress with a silver nightgown over it, and her seaweed-like black hair was disheveled. One could tell how anxious she was when she heard the news.

At this time, she was looking down at him with no expression on her face and no warmth in her eyes, as if all her enthusiasm had been given to another person, and all that was left to him was indifference.

Sirius wiped the corner of his mouth and tried to stand up, but failed.He had no choice but to stroke his hair, trying to maintain the last decency and pride.

"I really can't understand, what's so good about that snot-nosed man that it deserves your attention?" He held his head up unwilling to admit defeat, and sneered, "Could it be that he gave you a love potion? With his potion level It’s not impossible.”

Olivia was not irritated by his clumsy provocation.

"Sires Black, I don't want to teach you to be a man on behalf of your parents." She said coldly, "but I think you'd better understand that this world is not centered on you, and your opinions matter to others." It doesn't matter. I don't even bother to tell you what I like about Severus, because I don't need your understanding and approval."

What is more heartbreaking than being hated by someone you like is complete disregard.

Sirius felt her indifference from Olivia's tone, and he was still not angry, so he heard her turn to say: "But I can talk about what I hate about you. For example, your self-righteousness, narrow-mindedness, arrogance and willfulness, Reckless and impulsive, shallow-minded, cruel and vicious."

Every time she said a word, Sirius' face became even more ugly, and he couldn't help but argue, "You are..."

"Do you think I'm slandering you maliciously?" Olivia shook her head, "Look, there's a little more, and I'll never know how to reflect on myself." She paused for a moment and continued, "I've already learned that Lupine is a werewolf. I knew it, but I didn't say it, even to Severus. Mary should have guessed something, but she didn't tell us. We all respect him, and we are willing to keep his secret even if his identity is dangerous. You , Self-proclaimed Lupin's friend, what have you done? For your own personal anger, borrowing a knife to kill people? In your eyes, is a friend just a knife that can be used? From this point of view, you really don't deserve to be a Slytherin."

The last sentence hit Sirius' pain point, and his face turned completely pale.

He didn't dare to look up, didn't dare to look at James and Dumbledore. At this moment, he lost the courage he was proud of, afraid to see disappointment and contempt on their faces.

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Olivia: Shrimp, I want pig heart!

Don't worry, the hijackers won't disband.

Good brother, forever →_→

I finally finished writing the content that I have been stuck for a long time. I stopped updating before, and a large part of it is because I don’t know how to deal with this paragraph.

Now I also feel that I didn't handle it well, but forget it, let yourself go!

The reason why I have been updating so diligently recently is actually because... there is a shortage of literature!

There are only a few books that I chase after, and I can read them in half an hour every day. The others... It's not that the writing is not good, it just doesn't meet my taste.My preferences are still quite picky.

For example, don't watch "Delicate", "Three Years Old", "Villain", and "White Lotus Washing White".

I feel that most of the books on the front page are the ones I liked to read when I was fifteen or sixteen. Sure enough, just like men always like 20-year-old girls, the popular novels are always liked by teenagers.

I prefer the suspenseful fantasy genre. The style of writing should be between sand sculpture and seriousness. The protagonist, especially the heroine, must not be weak, weak and sweet.

In the end, the copywriting is really crucial. No matter what the content is, as soon as I saw something like "kissed against the wall" and "crazy in the corner of the eye", I was crazily persuaded to quit.

Hey, I'm so hungry, I can only cut my own leg meat.